Harold enjoyed the parade very much, but he never thought of taking a prize till the money was sent to him. He was as pleased as could be. "What will you buy with the money, Harold?" I asked. "Well, you see," said Harold, "the money doesn't really belong to me. It belongs to the Shetland pony, and I would like to talk about what would be the nicest thing to do for the pony." So we all talked about it and decided that the nicest thing we could do for the pony would be to put a big screen window in the front of his stall, so he would not be troubled with flies.--_Selected_. * * * * * FLO'S VALENTINE "I wonder where I'd better send This valentine." said Flo; "It's pretty, and my dearest friend Would like it much, I know. "My dearest friend is Nelly May; She'll have a lot, I s'pose; She always does, for she's a girl 'Most everybody knows. "I want to send it awful bad To Nelly May, for she Will likely send her loveliest one To her dear friend--that's me. "But there is little Molly Jones-- She said, the other day. She'd never had a valentine In all her life; now say, "I've half a mind to send her this; 'Twill s'prise her so, you see. That won't be selfish, for I know She'll not send one to me. "And Nelly May won't miss it, for She'll have so many; so I'll start right off and mail it now As quick as I can go." --_Written for Dew Drops by Helen M. Richardson_. * * * * * HOW BLANCA SAVED THE KITTENS. Blanca was a pretty fox terrier who lived on the fourth floor of a big apartment house, and the four kittens were her adopted family. For when the kittens' mother died and left them wee, helpless babies, Blanca at once proved the kindness of her heart by taking and caring for them as if they had been her very own. One day a great danger came to Blanca and her family, as well as to everyone else in the building. A blue mist began to drift through the halls, there was the smell of smoke, then someone cried "Fire!" and the people in the different flats rushed out of their rooms in a panic. Quickly a big, shiny, brass fire engine rattled up, followed by the hose cart, and the wagon loaded with long ladders if they should be needed. The firemen rushed in, dragging lengths of hose, the smoke grew thicker and the confusion worse. Some of the people were so frightened that they did not know what they were doing. But there was one who did not lose her presence of mind, and that was the little dog. When the first alarm was given, Blanca ran down to see what it all meant. But she was not satisfied to be safe herself, and leave her foster babies in danger. Up she went again, up the stairways filled with firemen and excited tenants to the top floor, and down she came jumping over hose pipe, dodging between firemen's legs, with a kitten in her mouth.